KLANCE: One Shots

Our Story

Keith Kogane.

You know when he walks down the hall to stay out of his way.

You know when he glares at you it's your cue to shut up.

You know when he raises his fist that you have majorly fucked up.

Everyone in school knows of the notorious bad-boy with a low tolerance for people. The boy that wears black clothing religiously and will give a deathly glare to anything that moves.
Everyone knows the story of how Keith Kogane, a highschool first year, managed to throw the entire football team onto their asses and emerge without a scratch.
All of this is true, no exaggeration in the slightest. Now-a-days just uttering the name "Keith Kogane" can turn your blood cold.

What nobody knows about this boy however, is that although he can go out and beat any grown man into the ground; he would much prefer to seclude himself in the school's old library and loose himself in beautiful tales of fantasmal grandeur.

Lance Mclain

You know you're gonna smile when he waves at you.

You know you've always got a shoulder to cry on when he's there.

You know that no one will ever be quite as beautiful.

Everyone in school knows about the beautiful, tan Cuban boy who can instantly brighten a room just by entering it. He's popular, kind, boisterous and funny. He's loved by all groups and cliques around the school. He's everything anyone could ever want to be. He's perfect in every way, and seemingly untouchable for that exact reason. The girls and guys in his year have made a pact to not get too attached to Lance, he's simply way out of their league, and everyone would prefer to just admire him from afar.

What nobody knows about this boy however, is that he lost his mother tragically to sickness at a young age. He misses her dearly with every passing day, and all he craves is for someone to love him as much as his mother did. So he puts up a front; he is approachable and easy going, and always willing to lend a hand. But it feels too fake to be real love.

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Keith was over school. It was a Monday and he'd only been there for an hour or so, and already he was growing tired of everyone and everything he came into contact with. This was of course a standard, daily feeling for Keith, and there was only ever one solution. Keith dashed to his locker to retrieve his bag and made his way across the courtyard. Teenagers messing around with basketballs all halted their games as soon as he was spotted, the students parting like the Red sea and Keith was Moses. He bore a tired scowl on his face the entire way to the old library that not even the teachers use anymore. Their school had been updated with a high tech library that instantly replaced the traditional one. Keith was perfectly fine with this as it filled him with a small sense of excitement at having a special place all to himself.

Once he entered the old, rustic building he took a deep breath of air; the scent of old books always calmed him down. Keith had somewhat adopted the library as his own, taking the time to often clean it and organise the books into their correct shelves. He sat down in his usual space, cornered against the wall in a red Beanbag that he had brought from home, and pulled out the book he had been re-reading for the 9th time. He slumped into the Beanbag happily, relaxing into the warm fabric and the way the bag moulded to his shape. He spends most of his time now-a-days doing this; skipping class to sit in this exact Beanbag with an entrancing book in his hands in an abandoned library that he kept for himself. He felt relaxed here; in the exciting grip of the novel he was reading and the calm softness of the bag under him. He could feel his eyelids growing heavier with each page he turned, and before he could reach the end of his book he felt the pull of sleep to be too strong to resist.